Chapter 2
"Now look, Jeannette, just promise you won't scream out loud this time." I was more than a little apprehensive, for the sexual encounters with this lusty, rich-bodied creature could only lead to trouble. She was married, she was sex-starved, more than a little jealous I suspected and worse-when she climaxed it sounded as if every police siren in New York was turned on.
The blonde woman simply shrugged and strutted about the room, flinging her overly ripe buttocks this way and that. "It depends how I am affected. You should understand, Frankie, that I cannot help it. Any more than I can help the movement of my body."
Trouble was coining, I knew, it had to be on its way. We had met little more than two months before at a ball (a high society ball, if you please) and my credentials as a journalist had gained me admission. A few minutes after waltzing about the very much married Mrs. Jeannette Cosmo we had ducked out the back entrance, settled in her husband's Cadillac limousine and screwed ourselves silly.
Forty-five years old, but she had given me a whirlwind of a ride. A full bucket of come erupted from my penis and I went around in a daze the rest of the evening imagining myself to be in love. Of course, when I recovered my head I realized nothing could work out between us. Physically, Jeanette was like a twenty-one-year-old girl. But age-wise she was heading into a group that insurance companies consider too old to insure.
Her husband, the banker Cosmo, was in his sixties and too powerful a man to make an enemy of. Also, she had two sons both nearing my age who could probably beat the hell out of me. But man, will I treasure the memory of that night in the Cadillac! Jeannette was a fantastic fuck.
Of course, shortly after that she started visiting my small apartment down in Greenwich Village. The building, all four floors of it, housed psychos. There were writers who never found time to write, painters who argued constantly about art instead of painting, poets who always stared up at the ceiling or the sky as if searching for the muse, actors who never held down an acting job, dancers who had forgotten the last time they danced, and philosophers whose philosophies were just too much for ordinary mortals. Artists all-those were my neighbors. Unwashed, drinking, smoking marijuana or hash, talking, shouting and screaming all day-and Jeannette Cosmo gladly went through all that for me to lay her.
"You must move out of here, Frankie. God, what a dump! These would-be intellectuals just love to live in dirt."
"Better apartments cost too much." "I shall help you."
"No, I can't take help from you. You give me your body and that's enough."
She had stripped to show me again the body that was all curves and contours. The well-molded breasts with the tiny pink nipples. The extremely round cheeks of her rear end, the maddeningly flared hips, the small waist and the legs that I always went wild over. They were not only long and extremely shapely with slim ankles, but large-calved and unblemished. During her teens Jeannette had been a gymnast and that physical activity shaped her body, which she now was able to maintain during maturity.
As I undressed my manhood tore out of my underwear, throbbing lasciviously before her eyes. Jeannette squealed as she always did, pleased by the sight of a hard, youthful tool. On my part I paid tribute to her breasts, stroking and pinching the nipples. Then I knelt, fondling her behind, planting wet kisses on her long thighs. Within moments of feeling that superb torso the ageing blonde was throbbing.
"I am hot, Frankie...oohh, cool me off, Frankie!"
"That's what you came here for, a cooling off."
"Make me know it, darling boy, make me feel it!"
To my surprise she went down on her knees, held fast to my legs and with an open, eager mouth tackled my penis. Ohh, she gave it to me, using tongue, teeth and lips, making what was hard iron become steel.
She had me trembling with this act of fellatio. When she rose my trembling hands had trouble holding on to her ass. Worse, as I shivered she spread her thighs and rapidly slammed the tip of my weapon into her hairy cleft.
"Holy cow!"
"I am still tight, aren't I, Frankie...just like a young girl."
"But...you've got a fire going in there, lady. You'll burn the head of my joint off!"
She was smiling as she made a swift ass action, sort of like performing a Latin-American dance, a really calculated movement, and I was fully sheathed.
"There, darling, the standing position. Now!"
Bells started ringing in my head, lights exploded before my eyes, I heard the trumpets of angels in the heavens and knew I was going to come. The revolutions of her ass were more rapid than the turn of a record player. And within a half-minute I let loose, flooding that lusty interior with hot semen.
"Sorry!" I staggered off like a drunk and fell across the bed, a finished man. But she was on top of me, cleaning my thing with a towel and then once more using her tongue to stiffen me. Fortunately, being young, my lance was soon ready for more action.
Jeannette lay on her back, her arms out-flung, allowing me to arrange her legs. When I penetrated her she released a slight groan. Then, when I was all the way in with my log rolling down her oily chute, she started to twist about.
"I have got you...now I have got you!" Her vagina snatched my bar, squeezing it. And as I hammered down in a hard but smooth plunge Jeannette was rising, her thighs stiff and her ass grinding up.
We went at it, making the bedsprings squeak. My shaft slid about, rubbing her clitoris into hardness. Coir bodies were pasted together, our arms and legs twined, our lips joined. Ohh, did we lavish lust upon one another! Up, down, up and down, a passionate and body-battering union that seemed to go on forever.
"Oohhh, I am running a temperature!"
"Just don't scream...please!"
"Ahhh hahhh, ahhh hahhh. I am going to blow all of my fuses."
She grabbed my pounding behind with her hands as if trying to curtain my movements. But her vagina tightened, keeping me well sheathed, milking the stiff shaft while she bucked under me like an untamed horse.
I slammed her into the mattress, grunting like an animal. She shouted out loud and churned her hemispheric buttocks, retaliating with a sort of a perverse passion. Then, with a scream that sounded like a police siren, she twisted her lips violently.
"No, no, please...I am so good to you, no, no, don't do this to me! OOOHHHH!"
She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she climaxed. The hairy flesh all around her vagina trembled as if from an itch and she contorted her lovely face. My weapon worked ceaselessly in and out as her yelling started. Did she scream!
Naturally those screams were an indication of the heights of pleasure to which I took her, but I am positive she was heard all the way down to the street
I was ready to pull out but she lurched upwards, fighting me. The fluid erupting from her hot slit dribbled out, running on her thighs, pasting wetness on mine and washing down my sac of balls.
"Calm down now or I'll stop!"
Her eyes were wet with tears but she continued to move. "That was a wild one, darling."
My penis drove deeply into her. The walls of her pussy closed after the climax, not hurting but tickling me. And my in-out rhythm had her panting again and jerking her hips. Truthfully, I was hoping to come before she started all that screaming again. Thus I stroked the rod into her steadily, feeding it into her writhing body.
"Easy, now, easy," I gasped, "I shall soon be on my way."
"Yes, yes, thrill me, thrill me." Jeannette raised her head to look down between our tightly joined bodies, catching the split-second when I rose to watch my penis slide all wet and hot out of her steaming hole. For some reason this excited her. I would bore in, pushing her insides apart, the round, slippery tip of my tool touching her very nerves.
First I heard her groans, then the deep moans followed by sighs, and I knew the screaming was about to start again. Now I was determined to reach my climax, to put an end to this game. Up and out I went, pulling . almost the entire length out, leaving just the balled tip in. But she would ram her rotating ass up, bringing us closer. So I had to thrust in faster.
As she screamed my passions reached an end. She exploded and bucked in a wicked orgasm while my cream tore out. She was shouting something, a warning that penetrated my lust-drugged senses.
"Eeeeee...ooooo...uuuuuhhhhh! Darling...aaahhh, the pill...I forgot to...yeeeeoooowww...take...nooooo...my pill!"
Jesus! I tugged my spitting cock loose and shot her lower, squirming torso, splattering her twisting belly and thighs with my seed.
Later I said: "Why in hell didn't you tell me?"
She was at the point of exhaustion, her body wet, her hair fanned out all over the pillow, her arms outstretched, her lovely long legs were trembling and the come soaking into her pubic hairs caused the strands to glisten.
"I...I forgot!"
"I shot in you when we did it in the stand-up position. Hell, you're going to be pregnant!"
In my tiny bathroom, a closet barely big enough to hold a shower, toilet and wash-basin I cleaned up, feeling none too happy. If Jeannette Cosmo became pregnant I would be in real trouble. I damned myself for being sex-crazy, thinking I should worry more about my future than wanting to get my penis into everything that wore a dress.
There was a little Scotch left in an old bottle in my kitchen shelf and I swallowed it, needing a little courage. It helped, but not much, and while Jeannette showered I stared out the window at the streets of Greenwich Village.
It was a hot day and girls were strolling in flimsy summer dresses and cotton jeans. But just seeing your breasts bounce and behinds twist caused a spark to flicker in my loins. No-it wasn't possible! I had just gotten laid, gotten my gun off twice!
Jeannette came out of the bathroom humming a popular song and stinking of my shaving lotion. When I turned, with my penis at full attention her eyes, so slanted like a cat's, closed down.
"Mmmmm! Just what the doctor ordered. Just the medicine I need."
"Ohh, no! I'm hot again but I'm not going into you without a preservative. And since I've none in the house well postpone the show until another time."
"Stupid boy!" She stroked my face with her palm. "I did forget to take the pill but I also got my days mixed up. This is a very safe time. There's ho danger."
What was there to say, what was there to do except get back into bed for another passionate and raw coupling? In bed I kissed her body, from the top of her head down to her slender ankles. I sucked on her rounded calves, licking the contours and whining. Jeannette began to bring her legs up. Moving higher, I wet the insides of her thighs all the way up to her hairy slit
That vagina was treated like something sweet, a bit of candy to be enjoyed all day. She moaned and raised her buttocks off the bed. enabling me to perform a good job of cunnilingus. The cavern was thoroughly explored with my tongue going carefully and slowly. She murmured and spread her legs wider apart while her stomach rippled.
"Oh God...ohhh God...what is the boy doing to me...ohh no, no!"
When the trembling lips parted my tongue lashed the insides, seeking the freshly washed taste. Reaching under her, I grabbed the cheeks of her bowl-shaped ass and pulled them apart. Jeannette screamed, bounded up and fell back.
With long strokes of my rasping tongue I laved her, reaching in deeper. The body I held leaped up, I was stroking so slowly, so lovingly, so erotically. Her thighs closed, slamming against my head, and the blood coursing into that area made her limbs hot.
Jeannette gasped, screamed, clapped a hand over her twisting mouth and climaxed. Even while the climax was at full strength she begged me to come into her. The long legs which were twisting all over the bed opened and my hot dong went easily into the palpitating slit.
"Ugggh!" Squirming, I shoved it in deeper, feeling the fluids caused by her orgasm wash around it.
Her lips closed, her eyes rolled in her head and she carried me off into rapture. I squeezed her pneumatic breasts as she arched her hard back, tossing me up high. Her climax had not faded but was going on, a continuous pleasure.
"Ohhh! Frankie...Frankie...you hard bastard! Oh, oh, you are making me come and come and come! Ohhhh, no, Frankie, no, no!"
"Jeannette...you bitch!" I shouted, "you tramp...you street-walking whore...what a fuck you are."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"You...you prostitute!" I called out, my voice now ragged.
"I am a prostitute...so...fuck me like one!" I had her now and I was a ruthless lover, really tossing a wicked screw into her. She boiled over, lathering my weapon with her foaming cream, and I sought to restrain myself. But her moment of tearing lust passed and with her breath short the middle-aged blonde came on to fight more.
Now she gave it to me. I was lodged tight, secure in her wet pocket, but her ass grinding up met every one of my punishing, downward thrusts.
I clasped her tightly, one hand on her back, the other on her bottom just at the division of the twin cheeks. Now I was achieving a greater reward, going off in swift, throbbing spurts.
Our "mutual excitement was extraordinary, our ecstasy of spending sending us to a state of frenzied madness. We exchanged positions, with her straddling me, lowering herself so that she was neatly impaled, her tight-fleshed bottom resting against my hairy knobs. I arched, gorging her and she embraced me, flattening her breasts against my chest.
"Now Frankie...move, move!"
Her screams resounded, echoing through the tiny apartment, fleeing the window, taking shape in the streets. The neighbors, those unwashed creatures who labeled themselves artists, heard, they always did. Women hanging up washing in The courtyard would pause to raise their faces. Children at play would cease to whisper: "Frankie Hill is killing some poor woman again!" They knew, everyone around there knew, but I didn't give a damn!
At last it was over.
When she dressed Jeannette told me something about her husband suspecting. He was questioning her and threatening to put private detectives on her trail. "But don't worry, darling, he'll never find out."
A brief exchange of kisses and she left, promising to phone me. From the window I watched her walk down the street, a tall, expensive-looking blonde with a magnificent body. But this hot affair I knew, had to cool down. Married women were trouble and when they were married to wealthy, powerful men they were even worse trouble.
After I showered and dressed, putting on a casual outfit of jeans, slip-on shoes and a summer-weight pullover, I left the flat. The hallway was dark-the lights in the ceiling had burned out and never been replaced. Someone was frying fish, determined to stink out the building. If that smell was bad, the smell one flight down was worse. Here, some prancing homosexual who considered himself a ballet dancer had let his dog out into the hall. The dog, a real mutt with about nine different breeds slapped up in him, was too lazy to attend to his business in the street. Therefore the hall received his daily load and anyone unfortunate enough to pass by received a nice odor in the nostrils.
The bastards! I cursed these phonies, wondering when in hell I'd raise enough money to move to a decent place. On the main floor, lounging against the mailboxes was a young brunette, Barbara by name. Her long hair was an uncombed mess and her bare feet were dirty. But she wore tight-fitting shorts and a cotton sweater that displayed a youthful, rounded body to real advantage.
"When are the police corning after you, Frankie?" She smiled, revealing white, even teeth.
Teasing me again, I knew, but at the moment my eyes were on her mouth, wide, shapely, the lower lip ripe. She was pretty too, with a tilted nose and large green eyes, but I knew she was a bitch. A dancer or a painter, I forgot which, she lived on money from home. Her parents willingly paid for her to stay out of their sight, she was that much trouble to them.
"If anything the police'll come after you. Smoking hash and all that illegal stuff."
She arched her back, posing so that her round breasts became more prominent. "But I don't kill anyone. The women who visit you...God, all that screaming!"
"Why don't you mind your own business?" I moved to go past her but she quickly blocked my path, offering me a taunting smile.
"I wonder if you could make me scream like that or..." She rolled her slim but curved hips like a Hawaiian hula-hula dancer. "Maybe you'd be the one screaming when I got through with you."
A direct invitation or a tease, I did not know but it was something I certainly did not need. So by shoving her out of the way, enjoying the feel of her body as I did so, I hit the streets.